areuacatDOTpolyvoreDOTcom/- This is where you can look to see the outfits. I didn't know the links didn't work until I tried them out.. after I posted them. I know there are more Jaia ones than others, I just saw lots of stuff that would look nice for her but I will be doing similar stuff for the other contenders. Okay, Let's go!

"So this is it, the first eviction" West sighs, grabbing a can of coke from the fridge and tossing it to Jason who is lying casually on the couch.

"Ouch! Sh*t man, that hit my business!" Ace barked, obviously in some pain.

"Dude, what business? There's nothing there!" Jaia teases, making Ace stick his tongue out playfully before turning onto his side before mumbling that he's going upstairs. Jae settles down on one of the white stools, checking her nails. Jenna slides in next to her, smiling.

"Pierce was totally checking you out a minute ago," She whispers excitedly, and Jaia scoffs, unconvinced.

"No he wasn't, you're just seeing things babe,"

"No! Honestly! And you like him to, don't you," She beamed, glancing back to see all the boys- minus Max- sitting around the couch, talking quietly.

"What, like how you like Jack?" Jaia shoots back, smirking. Jenna's mouth drops.

"I don't like-" Jen starts, before lowering her voice to a hissing whisper. "I don't like Jack, at all!" She defends, glaring which only rares Jaia on further.

"Come on, you liked that kiss... a lot."

"What? He's a good kisse- Sh*t." Jaia squeals, and the boys look at her, perplexed. The girls speed up into their room, giggling. They collapse on Jaia's bed, laughing uncontrollably.

"Okay, I like him, I admit it!" Jenna confesses, her giggling coming to an end.

"Aww... you guys would be so good together!" Jaia hollered, hugging her friend tightly.

"Hey, what's going on?" Emily asks, coming out of the girls bathroom, hair dripping with a towel wrapped around her.

"Ooh, Em in a TOWEL! Seductive!" Jenna beamed, making Emily's cheeks go a deep shade of crimson.

"Shut up," She laughed, turning to Jaia. "So, what's going on?"

"JENNA was just admitting her undying love for one Jack Kermorgant!" She replied over-dramatically, not noticing how Emily's face dropped, or how she stopped laughing.

"Wow, uh, you'd make a great couple." She responds quietly, fleeing from the room and closing herself in the airing cupboard, crying softly.

"Have any of you guys seen Emily? We only have five minutes until we've gotta go." Ollie announces, checking his watch. Jack shrugs, not looking up from his ipod.

"I'll go look for her," Penny offers, finishing doing up the buckle on her burgandy shoes.

"No need," Emily says, smiling sadly as she quickly comes down the stairs.

She's hiding something, Penny can't help but think, examining her friends slightly half-hearted movements, forced smile, heavy make-up. Before she can ponder on it anymore, she's being ushered out the door by Jack and Ollie, who seem a lot closer, the reason behind this unknown by anyone else. The door closes behind them and the awful prospect that in just over two hours, there will only be eleven people left.

The group file in from one side of the stage, and the mentors stand waiting for them on the stage, smiling. They all stand in their designated spots, hearts pounding.

I don't want this to end.

This is going to make me or break me. I really hope it's not the latter.

I've done as much as I could have done, it's all up to them though.

I think I'm going to throw up.

Getting on this show was such a turning point in my life, but that's not enough.

I'm not sure whether I've done enough.

This is the scariest experience I've gone through in my life.

I'm going home, I just no it.

This can't end, not yet.

Please don't let it be me.

This feels like a nightmare. I want to wake up.

No one wants to be the first to go, and I hope that it won't be me. But I don't want to lose anyone.

"Hey guys, so this week was individuality, which is something many of you certainly brung this week. But, of course, some of you struggled in some shape or form. Someone who certainly didn't have any issues was our homework winner, Jack." Jack looks up, a smile creeping onto his lips.

"You are top of the callback list, well done!" Everyone cheers him supportively, and he grins modestly before making his way offstage, looking back only to nod at Ollie, who understood him perfectly.

Don't give up.

"Jaia, Pierce, Emily, Penny, Ollie, Jenna and Cindy..." Robert lists, the tension building with every name that's announced. "You are all called back, congratulations!" Cindy exhales deeply, feeling like she completely stopped breathing for a minute then. Pierce high fives Ollie and they all exit the stage, leaving Jason, West, Max and Chesney, standing in their places, wishing they'd done more.

"So Max, Chesney, Jason and West, you are our bottom four this week. Let's talk about why you're here."

Do I need to hear this? Max can't help but think, feeling completely useless. He did try, he was just overwhelmed by everyone being so... bold, so outgoing. He was too different, and the only one who understood him for not fitting a stereotype was Penny, but she was so good. I was just left in the dust.

"This week Max, you struggled in the booth with very basic problems. It was frustrating, because you have a lovely voice- one of the best in the competition, and yet you didn't deliver." Nicki explains, looking at the boy. Rather than dwelling on it, Max simply nods and continues to look at the floor, ashamed.

"Chesney, you struggled to really come out of your shell this week, and didn't do well during choreography. I just need you to throw yourself into it, and it's something we expect, especially because of your age; you should be the most professional and experienced, but you just... didn't..." Zach's voice trails off and Chesney nods, understanding.

What is wrong with me? They're right, I've really let myself down. I need to start being myself.

"Jason, this week your problem that you didn't show you're individuality in the music video. You were a front runner through-out the week, until the shoot." Robert passed on from Erik. Jason nods, compeltely understanding where he's coming from. Robert then turns to West, trying to give him a supportive look to stop him from crying.

"West, your situation was very similar to Jason's. All the mentors agree that you were very driven and were great, but you faded slightly in the video, and shyed away from the spotlight when it was given to you, which was hard for Erik to work with." West sniffles slightly, nodding

Don't let them see you cry. Is all he can think. He straightens up, trrying to be professional.

"So, let's get to it." Nikki finally says, turning to Robert who nods solleumly.

"Max, you will be performing for Ryan tonight." Max nods, understanding completely. "Chesney, you will also be doing a last chance performance tonight." Robert pauses, looking at the two boys who's fate he holds in the palm of his hands. A two year age gap, but it barely shows. The younger one, Ace, has such potential. But West seems like he's still learning, improving daily. But what's enough?

"This was a very difficult decision between you. Both of you shined this week, but both of you also slipped up. But, after much deliberation, it has been decided that... West will being going through this week and Jason, you are in the bottom three." And after saying good luck, West leaves the stage, a bittersweet feeling left sour in his mouth.

So, the bottom three is Ace, Chesney and Max. Who do you think/want to go home? Tell me in the comments. But anyway, here are their songs!

Jason (Ace): Man who can't be moved- The Script

Chesney: Panic Chord- Gabrielle Aplin

Max: Stars- Mark Owen